Honestly, I am not even sure what to write here at the moment. I’ve never been much for introspection, resolutions, or anything else at the end of a year other than looking at it as an excuse to have a few drinks and maybe wear a lampshade on my head. We have pretty much arbitrarily decided that this is when one year ends and another begins, something that could realistically be done at any point during the year. If you are someone who uses Jan 1st as a marker to make some change for the better in your life, good luck to you. That aside, also feel free to make positive improvements in your life at any other points throughout the year. If you want to start working out on April 23rd, go for it. If you want to eat healthier beginning on July 6th, that’s great. If you decide on November 19th that you’d like to start sending me $50 every week, that’s as good a time as any to start. Anyways, let’s see what dumb shit I posted in December.
I swear I'm living with monsters.
I heard my daughter and her friend upstairs singing "in west Philadelphia born and raised..." so I go up there and I'm like "Hey, The Fresh Prince!" Confused, they responded "What's fresh prince? This is A TikTok dance."
Anyways, that's why I hate everything today.
As more and more states legalize recreational marijuana, I suddenly find myself confused when someone mentions getting an "edible arrangement" if they mean a fruit basket or a bouquet of THC-infused gummies.
I like to drink a tall, frosty glass of Pepto with every meal. And I treat Tums like after-dinner mints.
Got bored, made my own Care Bear.
Every morning Barclay gets excited to go downstairs with me when I start my work day. He gets almost nothing done but he is definitely the cutest coworker I've ever had.
There are few things in life more disappointing than biting into a delicious chocolate chip cookie only to find out that those were actually fucking raisins.
I appreciate that any time there is even the slightest threat of snow there are people just falling all over themselves to become a math word problem.
"If Jan buys 13 gallons of milk and 7 dozen eggs in a mad panic about winter weather, and on average her family consumes .15 gallons of milk and 3 eggs per day, estimate to the nearest quarter hour how long it will take her to get bored at home, go outside anyways, and put her car into a ditch. For extra credit, estimate the tow bill."
My last joke about the word problem actually sprang from a conversation I was having in a comments section. And I would be doing a disservice to everyone if I did not show how the rest of that conversation played out. Bonus points to you if you sing the song.
For real though.
Every year I see a handful of people share to their timelines something to the effect of "Christmas is X days away and I've never felt less Christmassy."
And you should know that this is because you are an adult living with depression.
The days between Christmas and New Year's are very similar to being in an airport. Officially you are still within the confines of society, but there are no rules and no concept of time. There are people in business attire drinking cocktails at 7 a.m., someone in pajamas and no shoes just passed out underneath a potted plant. Shit's wild.
I am always amazed at how long a roll of aluminum foil lasts after I've thought to myself, "shit, I better buy more foil, I'm almost out."
You know, maybe I could start milking this Round Up thing even more by picking a favorite joke from each month to display at the end of the year. There are a lot of famous people/companies out there who are making boatloads of money by pushing out additional content with little to no effort and here I am putting out amazing, original stuff for free. What a dope.